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HOMELESS MAN SLEEPING AT THE ENTRANCE TO THE BANK
- By John Kitsco
- Published 10/26/2012
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When I arrived at the bank to find a homeless man asleep in the entrance with his belongings beside him, it made a person wonder about all the fuss we make about buying this, having that, wanting this, wanting that, you got the idea....
In this case, a bearded man about 50, lying on the floor, with his medication, a bottle of liquor, a spare jacket and a bag, perhaps with some lunch?
The bank manager, a young 30 something gent came in just minutes after I got there (the door to the main bank area still locked) and he promptly announced aloud that the police were called, he would issue charges for trespassing and open liquor. The bearded man lie quiet, his eyes now open, trying to understand what all the excitement was about. The manager told me the bank basically opened this outer entrance at 6 a.m. and this gent had been making a habit of bedding down between 6 and 8 for the last few days. The well dressed
manager then headed in towards his office. I inquired with the homeless man if he had a good sleep and what sort of work he liked to do. Rather astonished I would even talk to him he told me that he was once a carpenter until someone hit him in the back with a steel pipe, breaking his back. Thats why he had the pain killers. The liquor was simply there to wash down the medicine. As for a good sleep, he said it was better than outside. Then in walked two young police officers, treating this gent polite and gentle, asking him to gather his life belongings and come along with them. He was not able to stay any longer here in the bank. And away they went. And just moments later, there was the homeless man outside the bank and he apologized to me for any trouble he may have caused...saying...he just wanted a quiet place to sleep for a couple of hours. And he smiled and walked away.
Obviously the bank manager did not press charges and the homeless man realized he was not welcome anymore at the bank, that is, unless he was a customer....but just as he walked away a young mom with her young son walked past the homeless man and the little boy quietly said to his mom....
"That looked like Jesus, Mommy....."
And I could not help but wonder how many folks are out there, just at the very edge where prosperity
finds its way to poverty.....
...and perhaps all they need to help them along is a kind word, after all, as Dad used to say...it doesn't cost extra to be nice....
In this case, a bearded man about 50, lying on the floor, with his medication, a bottle of liquor, a spare jacket and a bag, perhaps with some lunch?
The bank manager, a young 30 something gent came in just minutes after I got there (the door to the main bank area still locked) and he promptly announced aloud that the police were called, he would issue charges for trespassing and open liquor. The bearded man lie quiet, his eyes now open, trying to understand what all the excitement was about. The manager told me the bank basically opened this outer entrance at 6 a.m. and this gent had been making a habit of bedding down between 6 and 8 for the last few days. The well dressed
manager then headed in towards his office. I inquired with the homeless man if he had a good sleep and what sort of work he liked to do. Rather astonished I would even talk to him he told me that he was once a carpenter until someone hit him in the back with a steel pipe, breaking his back. Thats why he had the pain killers. The liquor was simply there to wash down the medicine. As for a good sleep, he said it was better than outside. Then in walked two young police officers, treating this gent polite and gentle, asking him to gather his life belongings and come along with them. He was not able to stay any longer here in the bank. And away they went. And just moments later, there was the homeless man outside the bank and he apologized to me for any trouble he may have caused...saying...he just wanted a quiet place to sleep for a couple of hours. And he smiled and walked away.
Obviously the bank manager did not press charges and the homeless man realized he was not welcome anymore at the bank, that is, unless he was a customer....but just as he walked away a young mom with her young son walked past the homeless man and the little boy quietly said to his mom....
"That looked like Jesus, Mommy....."
And I could not help but wonder how many folks are out there, just at the very edge where prosperity
finds its way to poverty.....
...and perhaps all they need to help them along is a kind word, after all, as Dad used to say...it doesn't cost extra to be nice....